By jove, what a transformation from the white-faced, willowy--" "Weedy," said she.
"Well, as it's no longer true, weedy--woman that faded out of London, how many--eight years ago!" "Ten years, ten long, glorious, splendid years." "Ten years! Surely not ten!" "Yes, ten beautiful years." "I wish to God I had come with you then.

I might have been--well, I should have been saved some bumps and a ghastly cropper at last." "'Cut it out,' Jack, as the boys say here.

En avant! We never look back in this land, but ever forward.

Oh, now isn't this worth while ?" Again she swept her hand toward the scene below her.

"Look at that waving line in the east, that broad sweep; and here at our left, those great, majestic things.